Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (28 page)

Kentlee

I
roll over and reach for Pierce’s warm body, but the sheets are cold. Cracking my eyes open, I grab my phone and sit straight up in a panic when I look at the time.

It’s after eight o’clock in the morning.

I roll out of bed and grab Pierce’s t-shirt from the night before, throwing it over my naked body as I make my way out of the bedroom.

The sounds of movement and Bear’s sweet babble instantly relieve me. I walk into the kitchen to see Pierce sitting at the table, his long hair thrown up into a sexy-as-shit messy man bun, and Bear gnawing on a piece of toast.

“You up already?” Pierce asks, looking up from his phone.

“You let me sleep in,” I murmur, unable to take my eyes off of him, his hair, and his naked chest.

I clench my thighs together. I’m sore, but I still want more of him. Pierce’s gaze heats as his eyes narrow on my legs.

“You deserve it,” he states with a grin.

I know he’s thinking about last night. He ate me until I came and then I sucked his cock until
he
came down my throat, something I had never done with him before. Without even taking a breath, he was between my legs again, bringing me to another orgasm with his mouth.

Then he fucked me until I screamed with my third climax of the night. It was spectacular.

“Mmmm, you did, too,” I murmur as I sit on his thigh facing Bear, who is happily chomping on his toast.

“I got church at ten this morning, baby girl. I’ll probably be down at the club all day,” he informs me as his hand trails up my thigh, gently caressing my skin.

“I’ll miss you, but I can catch up on housework, laundry, and grocery shopping,” I say with a shrug.

“You get a sitter tonight, yeah?” he semi-asks. I look at him with confusion. “I’m going to claim you in front of the club tonight. It’ll be a party.”

“You’re not going to… do me in front of your club are you?” I ask as panic creeps up my spine.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy, woman?
Hell no
. Those assholes ain’t seein’ any part of you. It’s a fuckin’ announcement.
Holy shit
,” he growls. I can’t help but start to laugh. “Ain’t funny. I’m getting older, and you gave me a mini heart attack just now,” he says, letting out a breath before he pulls me closer to his body.

“I’m gonna spank your ass for that remark, sugar,” he whispers in my ear, his breath heavy and hot.

I stop laughing immediately and squirm on his lap. Being spanked by Pierce might be fun, and I can’t help the throbbing between my legs at the thought.

“I’ll be by at eight. Be ready,” he groans, squeezing me once before he places a kiss on my cheek and begins to stand. I scramble from his lap and smile at him.

“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he grunts as he walks into the bedroom.

I let him go and get ready while I clean up his attempt at breakfast. All he made was toast, but the kitchen is trashed—a butter knife lays on the counter with butter smeared everywhere, crumbs are all over the place, and the toaster is out and plugged in still. I almost laugh. He’s worse than Bear. I have a feeling my future will be filled with cleaning up after the men in my life. For a man who likes to have everything in its place everywhere else, he’s hell on my kitchen.

I let Bear down from his high chair and pour myself a cup of coffee as I watch him toddle into the living room to play with his toys. He grabs a bucket full of hot-wheels cars and dumps the whole thing out before he roots through the pile and grabs the one motorcycle he has.

Genetics flow true in this house
.

“Okay, at eight I’ll be back. Be ready to party. Is there anyway Tammy can stay all night?” he asks as he slides his cut over his shoulders.

“Is it going to be an all-nighter?” I arch my eyebrow in question. He grins.

“Gonna be drunk, babe. Don’t want to put you on the back of my bike if I’ve been drinking,” he announces. My heart beats a little faster for it.

Protection and safety
.

I love it and I love him.

“I’ll ask her,” I say gently. He nods before bending over the sofa to press a kiss to my lips.

“Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he murmurs before he winks. Then I watch him bend down to Bear’s level and give him a hug and a kiss on his slobbery baby lips.

“Be good for mama, boy,” he grunts. Bear giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

“Bye, babe,” Pierce says from the doorway. I smile, looking up at him.

“Bye, Pierce. I love you,” I call out. He grins widely.

“Love you.”

Fury

Leaving them wasn’t easy.

I wanted to stay and spend time with them.

I have missed so much, but the club needs me and I need to take the gavel back from Drifter. I need to take my club back, and I need to know about the state of affairs.

The Cartel, the Aryan’s, the
Bastards
, and the financial state of the business, legit and not. It is bound to be a shit day, but I couldn’t stop my smile even if I wanted to.

I am going to claim my Old Lady in front of the whole club, and this weekend she will be branded mine.

The table for church is full, so are the walls along the edges of the room. Everybody is in attendance and it feels good. Drifter slaps the gavel in my hand with a slam to my back with his fist.

“Good to have you back, brother,” he murmurs. I grin before I rap the gavel down on the table.

“Hit me with three years of catch up,” I say. Drifter chuckles before he begins.

“Where are the
Bastards
?” I ask, once I’ve been caught up on finances and club business. Now, it’s time for the heavy shit.

“Smoke man. Fuckin’ disappeared after you went down,” Torch says from the end of the table.

“Nobody dug around to find them?” I ask to no one in particular.

“Tried. They fuckin’ vanished. No clue where they went,” Torch explains. I nod.

“So they just kill an Old Lady and vanish? That’s not fuckin’ right,” I mumble, earning me grunts of agreement from around the room.

“The Aryan’s?” I ask, leaving the
Bastards
on the back burner.

If Torch can’t find them, nobody can. He’s a fuckin’ genius on the computer.

“Laying low. Your dad cut ties after you went down, too fuckin’ dangerous—and they’re assholes,” Dirty Johnny says with a shrug.

“What about the club in Canada that was dealing with them?” I ask.

“Aryan’s retaliated when your shipment was busted. They decided to burn the clubhouse down. Everyone was inside,” Bull murmurs, shocking me.

“How come I didn’t know about this?” I narrow my gaze on Sniper, but he doesn’t even look at me when he answers.

“Club voted to keep it quiet so you wouldn’t fuck up in the pen,” he says, all emotion out of his voice. He’s so pissed at me, but I can’t seem to muster a fuck to give.

“Fine. A vote, whatever. What the fuck happened for retribution?” I bark, wanting to know.

I’m so fucking pissed, not only at Sniper, but the whole goddamn club. I asked every time Sniper came in to visit me what was going on, and all he ever told me was that the Aryan’s and the
Bastards
were lying low. I didn’t know they had disappeared.
Fuck
. And then add blowing up a whole club. I’m not only pissed at them, I’m pissed at my old man, too.

How in the fuck did nobody tell me a goddamn thing for three fuckin’ years?

“Your Pops didn’t want to rock the boat after everything went down. ATF was up all our asses, eyes on the club nationwide. He severed ties and that was the end of that,” Drifter states. It makes me question everything; it doesn’t sound right to me.

“The Cartel?” I ask.

“In works with the charter club for running dope, huge profit,” Drifter announces.

Now I know what’s up. They want to give up the guns and become mules.

More money.

“More heat on us and more jail time if we get caught,” I announce. They all look at their boots, except Sniper.

“Won’t be driving big fuckin’ trucks, so odds of getting caught are less. We only carry to the border and we pass it off,” he says.

“Where we getting’ it from?” I ask, looking right at him.

“Club members getting it down at the Mexican border, pass it off to the Vegas club, and they bring it to Salt Lake City. The SLC club takes the shipment to Butte, Montana, where we meet up and take it to the Canadian border, where our club in Lethbridge will deliver it to the Cartel in Calgary,” Sniper explains. It makes my fuckin’ head spin.

“That’s why too many hands in the cookie jar. That’s too much passing off,” I explain. Torch nods his head.

“I’m in agreement,” he says before he bends down to bring out a map.

“If we can get the California club out of San Diego to meet us in SLC, that’s halfway. That’s only one exchange off here in the states. Then we hand it off at the border and be done with it. Less hands the dope passes through.

“I mean, it’s going to be a hard run, but if we set up a schedule and are on a rotation, then it won’t seem so bad. In the long run, I think this could work. Our numbers are growing and we’ll probably each only have to go out once a month,” Torch explains. I look at the route. It could definitely work, and it would only be three clubs involved instead of five.

“The cut would be more for us too, since we’d only be dividing it into thirds instead of fifths,” I say. I hear the guys murmuring around us. Everybody likes more cash.

“Let’s take a vote,” I suggest.

We vote one hundred percent in favor, and that makes me feel a bit better. I have Drifter set up the first meet in SLC and get Torch on making up a schedule. I tell him that I want to be in on the first drop, but after that, he can make me back up in case something happens and a guy can’t go. Normally, as the president, I wouldn’t do shit— but I’m hands on, and I don’t have a problem helping my brothers out.

“Before we adjourn, I have an announcement I want to bring to you all before tonight, when I make it official.” Everybody is quiet and I can’t hold back my smile.

“I’m making Kentlee my Old Lady.”

The room is silent and then, all of a sudden, it breaks out into cheers and laughter.

“Finally.
Fuck me
, I was gonna steal her away from you if you didn’t. Hot piece of ass right there,” Bull grins. I can’t even get pissed off at the old dirty bastard, I’m too fuckin’ happy.

“Hey, sorry we couldn’t help her out more when you were inside,” Drifter says, slapping me on the back. I shake my head.

“I were in your shoes, didn’t know the girl or have any facts on the baby, I would’a done the same, brother,” I admit, even though I don’t want to.

I want to be pissed at them; but in the end, it was all my fuck up, not theirs. We have rules for a reason. I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.

“Your Pops is coming tonight,” Torch says after he shakes my hand.

“Gotta make it official with the old man before he tries to take my girl. He already fuckin’ warned me he would,” I admit through a laugh.

“Seriously?” Torch asks. I nod.

“Old man threatened me to take care of my shit, or he’d take Kentlee and Bear to Cali and claim her himself. Apparently, we have the same taste in women.” I chuckle and Torch shakes his head.

“Not hard to want a woman like Kentlee at your side, brother. I don’t know her well, but I’ve seen her around the
Devils
Club. She’s sweet, and pretty as all get out. Be nice to wake up next to that in the morning,” he grins.

“You saw her before the
Devils
Club, Torch,” I grumble.

“I did. She was sweet then, too. But she changed, grew up, and took life by the balls when she had to. Impressed the fuck outta all of us. Sniper would keep us updated, warn us off of her, too. Nothing makes a man want something more than being told she’s off limits,” he smiles. I give him a hard look.

“She’s one hundred percent off limits now. She’s a little sister,” I growl. Torch stars laughing.

“Brother, I am not even trying to go there. She’s yours—your baby mama and your Old Lady. Pleased as fuck you have that for yourself. You deserve it,” he says before he walks away toward the bar.

I spend the day hanging out with my brothers, catching up on their lives and just enjoying my freedom. Next week, I have to check in with my parole officer; but tonight, it’s just my brothers, my Pops, and my Old Lady. Nothing could dampen my fuckin’ mood.

That is, until I feel sharp talons on my leg, digging into my jeans. I look down at the completely naked body and bleached blonde hair of a train wreck—
Kitty
.

“Can I help you, Kitty?” I ask, removing her hand from my thigh.

“Missed you while you were gone, Fury,” she whines.

It grates on my nerves.

“Can’t say the same about you,” I shrug. I watch as she pouts like a baby.

“Anything you want today, any hole you want, it’s yours,” she smiles. I shake my head.

“Nope. I got my own woman, Kitty. Don’t need all that from you.”

“I know the rules, Fury. It’s a don’t ask, don’t tell. You know you want to fuck all the pussy you can since you didn’t have any for so long,” she whines some more.

“Bitch, I got a woman. I don’t fuck around on her. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else does, but I ain’t doin’
you
,” I growl. She takes a step back.

“You’re seriously turning me down for that whore? That whore who worked the floor of a strip club and lived with one of your brothers?” she says.

Her words light a rage inside of me. I reach out and backhand her. I watch her fall to the floor and I don’t even feel guilty about it. I should, she’s a woman, but I don’t.

“Your job here, Kitty, is to suck and be fucked. It isn’t to talk men into sticking their dicks in your stretched out cunt. It sure as fuck isn’t to talk shit about the Old Ladies of this club. Remember your place, or you’ll be ass first out on the street. You can sell that used up cunt on the corner for all I care. One more outburst from you, and you’re gone,” I roar. The room goes silent.

I ignore everybody and step over her shaking body before walking into my office. That bitch thinks she can talk about Kentlee like that, insinuate that she was fuckin’ Sniper and whoring because she waited tables in a strip club—she can go to hell.